You know what's wrong with our waterfront? It's the love of a lousy buck. It's making the love of a buck, the cushy job, more important than the love of man. It's forgetting that every fellow down here's your brother in Christ.

You either go along with the system - conform to what is expected to be a hit - or you have very tough going

Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on.

Very few fighters get the consideration of racehorses, which are put out to pasture to grow old with dignity and comfort when they haven't got it anymore.

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?

Boxing is a mental sport. Think of a prizefight as a chess game of mind and body, and you are a little closer to it than if you compare it to a bloody brawl in an alley.

Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.